Chapter 46
CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
A little over a month into their marriage, their triad functioned like clockwork. Yvonne and Chris had settled into their apartment, and Kate spent her free time with them. But right now, the hearts and flowers were nowhere to be found.
Yvonne faced off with Chris, hands on her hips. “I’m pregnant, not ill. I can do things around the house.”
Chris glared back. “Yes, you can, and I agree you’re not sick. You do, however, have a responsibility to look after our baby.”
“I’m not irresponsible!” Yvonne yelled.
“No, you’re usually not, but you are impulsive, angel!”
“Spontaneous!” she challenged.
Chris had to bite back a grin. Stubborn and feisty, and absolutely gorgeous!
A fertility goddess! “So, carrying two heavy cans of paint upstairs while six months pregnant isn’t impulsive to you?
” He arched an eyebrow. “Let alone getting the paint from Home Depot. On. Your. Own? I was there when the doctor told you to limit how much you lift, remember?”
Yvonne said, “We decided on the color, and you were busy with work.”
“I was.”
Yvonne continued. “Kate was busy, too.”
“True.”
“So, I thought I’d spare you some time and trouble and go to the store myself. I want it done before the baby is born.”
Chris tilted his head and didn’t say a word.
“You know I loved the bright yellow to cheer up the room.”
Chris crossed his arms and leaned his hip against the banister. Maybe they should move the conversation from the staircase, but damn if he would allow Yvonne to carry those heavy cans up. Or let her top from the bottom.
“Angel, you know damn well I would have done it already if we weren’t working weekends to make that deadline! Were you planning on doing the painting yourself, too? With the fumes?”
“Of course not.” Yvonne bristled. “I wouldn’t endanger our child. I was going to ask Laura and Suzie if their sons might be interested in doing the job.” Her expression turned from feisty to sad. “I just wanted to help. I’m tired of sitting around doing nothing while you and Kate work so hard.”
Kate had been putting in overtime to afford another car, and Chris and James were working their asses off on a project that came with penalties if they were late.
Chris realized what had been going through their submissive’s head.
She wasn’t topping from the bottom; she was trying to serve her Sir and Mistress—in a foolish way, but with the right intentions.
He pulled Yvonne into his arms and whispered in her hair, “Don’t underestimate the job you have.
Your body is working extra hard to prepare our precious baby girl or boy to be born.
There isn’t a harder or more important job, angel. ”
Yvonne let out a shuddering exhalation against his chest, and a warm, wet spot formed on his T-shirt from her tears. Work was important, but Yvonne, Kate, and this little human were more important, and Chris silently vowed to spend more time at home.
Kate stood at the side of the scening area, while Chris connected the chains from the ceiling with Yvonne’s cuffs. Because Yvonne was now heavy with child, Kate preferred it when Chris did the impact play.
Yvonne had a healthy, uncomplicated pregnancy, but Kate—as well as Chris—didn’t want to take any chances.
Besides, watching Chris dominate their angel wasn’t exactly hardship.
Kate would never submit herself, but she liked him as much as a Dominant as she liked him under her whip.
The big plus, if she wanted to beat someone’s ass—Chris’s bottom and back formed an excellent canvas.
Chris fondled Yvonne’s breasts, now more than a handful, and she arched her back. She was so responsive. Chris whispered in Yvonne’s ear, and Kate smiled at the clearly visible shiver. Their man had a wicked tongue and a dirty spirit. He was a master at engaging the mind.
He lifted the heavy weight suede flogger and started to warm Yvonne’s back, upper legs, and buttocks. Hmm, maybe I should let him feel that one tonight as a reward?
“How is she doing?” Kate asked when Chris paused in his strokes.
Chris caressed the light pink skin and gave Kate a beaming smile. “Nicely warmed up, Mistress. Time to ramp it up a bit.”
Chris switched the flogger for an eight-tail braided flogger and started hitting Yvonne again.
Her moans became louder, and Kate moved to the other side so she could study Yvonne’s face.
Her eyes were closed but not squeezed, and her color indicated a heightened state of arousal.
Yvonne had needed the stress relief since they had an interview with Citizenship and Immigration Services coming up on Monday, and Kate hoped an intense BDSM session and even better sex later might help her sleep tonight.
Behind Yvonne, Chris dropped the flogger and pressed his hard body against her back, caressing her arms with his hands, checking the bonds, and coming back to Yvonne’s breasts, before snaking his way to her pussy.
Kate slid her gaze back to the cuffs and Yvonne’s hands.
In this later stage of pregnancy, feet and hands could swell, and she wanted to be sure nothing hindered circulation.
Yvonne’s fingers had a healthy color and were the normal size.
A shuddering moan had Kate smiling, and she made eye contact with Chris.
She gave a slight shake of her head—no coming for their angel right now—and received an apologetic but boyish grin from Chris.
“Imp, that just earned you a butt plug tonight.” His grin widened.
“Or maybe I should fuck you with my strap-on.” His eyes widened, and Kate pressed her lips together to hold back her smile.
She gave him a jerky chin lift, her intention clear.
Get on with it. She was suddenly impatient to get her small family home and in bed.
Chris collected an English riding crop and swatted it against his leather-clad leg. Yvonne jumped a bit at the unexpected sound. Very good.
Chris peppered Yvonne’s thighs and bottom with the short crop, alternating his hits with strokes from his hand.
He wasn’t a real sadist, but he liked to give Yvonne what she needed, and right now she needed pain.
Time to finish this. Kate stepped in and picked up the magic wand.
Chris had plugged it in before the scene, and all Kate needed to do was to turn on the switch.
The buzzing competed with Yvonne’s moans.
Kate used her free hand to grasp Yvonne’s chin and hold her immobile for a scorching kiss.
Kate pulled back and locked eyes with Chris, who had been watching them kiss.
At her unspoken command, he leaned forward over Yvonne’s shoulder and got his own hot kiss.
When Kate pulled back, Chris gave Yvonne a chaste peck on her cheek before he stepped back to resume taking the crop to Yvonne’s ass.
Kate let go of Yvonne’s chin. “Time to scream for us, angel.”
Kate lowered the wand to the junction of Yvonne’s thighs and used her fingers to spread Yvonne’s cunt open wide. She pushed the silicone head with force against Yvonne’s exposed pussy and ordered Chris, “Harder, faster.”
Yvonne’s moans drew longer, and her breathing quickened. Both Dominants didn’t let up until Yvonne screamed her orgasm, and they’d forced every shuddering ripple of pleasure from her body.
Chris freed Yvonne from the bindings before her last wail had echoed off the walls, and he cradled her in his strong arms. With Yvonne between them, Kate and Chris shared a passionate kiss. Kate pulled back and smiled. “Go take care of our girl. I’ll wrap this up and join you in a moment.”
Kate cleaned the whips, cuffs and floggers and bagged them.
She wiped the chains and left a clean play area for a the next kinkster.
Chris snuggled with Yvonne on the red couch where their relationship had started months ago.
Satisfied with her cleaning, Kate threw away the used wipes and zipped their bag closed.
Then she joined her lovers on the couch and enjoyed the intimacy.
Their relationship might be strange to society, but for them it worked, and she was grateful to Chris for not giving up and cajoling her into it.
Pursuing a relationship with him had seemed impossible but their beautiful Dutch angel had brought them together, and given them all more than she would have ever thought possible.